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Bound by Duty Masterlist

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For years, you’ve walked ten paces behind him. Now that he wears the crown, that distance between the both of you is greater than ever…until duty begins to fade into something the neither of you can ignore.

last updated: 04/07/26

Prologue

Part I (coming soon..)

Bound by duty (prologue)

pairing: kingbakugou x servantf!reader

tags: fluff, slow burn, mutual pining

synopsis: since you could remember you have always been by his side..well not by his side exactly more like ten paces behind.

a/n: it’s been awhile, I thought to write a lil au for my return though I doubt I’ll be consistent as usual I’ve been thinking hard on how to write this and I hope it meets your expectations <3

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Before the sun has even risen to greet the day, the palace buzzed with a quiet urgency.

With its soft golden light that peaked through the tall stained glass windows of the castle, painting rays of amber and red across the newly polished marble floors.

Somewhere in that distance, a bell chimed its echos weaving through the long corridors or the maids quarters. A view of thirty maids hurrying along with freshly pressed grarments draped over their arms, with footmen dressed in gleaming suits of ceremonial armor reflected with every flicker of rising sunlight. The sent of an array baked goods floating around the halls.

Today was unlike any other.

It is today that Prince Katsuki Bakugou will be appointed king.

There was anticipation so sharp you could cut it with a knife around the palace, its air felt heavier than usual. There was absolutely no room for mistakes..not today.

The nobles from neighbouring kingdoms have arrived just days ago, each room in the place was occupied, and every pair of eyes would be watching the coronation. Even one misplaced ribbon or forgotten document could become the new gossip across the continent.

With a quiet sigh, you pushed the blankets aside and sat at the edge of your bed inside your small chamber, tucked away in the servant’s quarters. A neatly folded and assigned uniform for this occasion rested on the chair beside your wardrobe, pressed to perfection just the night before. You sipped into the dress, fasted each button and tied with a light sash around your waist with practiced precision.

One final glance made in the mirror.

No loose strands of hair.

No untucked piece of clothing.

Good. Presentable.

Once satisfied, you had stepped into the corridor. The palace was already alive.

You greeted the other maids as you hurried past each of them carrying out their own individual duties. Some wished you luck with very knowing smiles; whilst others had simply nodded before disappearing around the next corner. They had all knew where you’d be headed.

The princes chambers.

Or rather let’s say the future king..

Even after all the years of serving him as his personal attendant appointed by his mother, it still felt rather strange.

You had watched him grow from well..a loud, stubborn prince who hated ettiquette lessons more than anyone into a man who will now be capable of commanding and entire kingdom. He was still loud. Still stubborn. Still frightening enough to make even seasoned knights have to stand a little straighter.

But even beneath the sharp tongue and explosive temper was someone who has carried out each of his own responsibilities without complaint. Actually there were one or two complaints at times but that’s not the point.

You had only hoped he’d had something to eat this morning..

And knowing him..

Most likely not.

Passing beneath the towering archways draped with the kingdoms crimson banners, you had climbed up the grand staircase reserved for the royal family.

Guards were stationed outside the upper halls offering respectful nods as you approached. They all had long since grown accustomed to your daily routine, and none questioned your presence.

At the end of the corridor stood a pair of imposing oak doors, intricately carved with the royal crest.

And at the entrance stood outside his personal knight who seemed to have been locked outside…again.

“Kirishima- good morning!” you said curtsying

“[name]..good morning” he said with a sigh “he’s pretty stressed today- considering everything” he said looking at the door.

“Don’t worry I’ll handle it” you said smiling as Kirishima moved out of the way

“You always do~” he says in response.

Behind these doors was the man who, in only a few hours, would soon be wearing the crown. Taking a slow breath to steady yourself, you had adjusting the cuffs on your sleeves before lifting your hand.

Your three measured knocks had echoed through the quiet hallway.

“Your Highness,” you called gently, your voice carrying just enough to reach the room beyond. “It’s time to get ready.”

Silence..

You waited.

Then, from somewhere inside the room, came a very familiar and irritated groan.

“..I’m up.”

You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.